When
Malcolm kissed Zenobia, all thoughts of David had gone right out of her head.
All her senses were filled with Malcolm, his scent, his touch, his mouth, his
body pressing against hers as his hands explored her body, caressed her curves,
and holding her like she were his, like the last two months didn’t happen, like
she wasn’t with another man. David Black, that’s his name. Zenobia struggled to
remember.
Malcolm
sighed and stepped away from Zenobia. “I don’t deserve another chance. I’m not
even sure if that’s what I’m asking for. I just miss you, so much, Z, so very
much.” At this his voice cracked and Zenobia couldn’t believe this was the same
proud, selfish, self-absorbed, self-serving boy she’d said goodbye to in New
York. He'd come back a man.
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